Company

I was annoyed that Devon invited Tamara over to join our movie night. We got so little alone time with each other that I didn’t want to share my time with him with someone else, especially in our own home. Movies at home almost always ended up being gateway activities to something more, but that definitely wouldn’t be the case this time. Tamara and I have been friends for a long time, so I enjoyed her company, but I also preferred my time with her to be one-on-one.

Devon got up and went to the bathroom in the middle of the movie. Tamara and I made some small talk while he was gone and were still talking when he came back. I could see him walking down the hall with a sneaky grin on his face. I thought it was an outward sign that he was happy to see me, but I severely underestimated his thoughts.

He walked back with intention and focus, his gaze never leaving mine. Tamara’s voice became background noise as he neared and I nearly forgot she was there. As Devon reached the couch, he placed his hands on either side of my face and kissed me. I could feel the passion and intensity behind it. I’m not sure how long I was lost in his kiss before I felt his hand wandering down my chest. It stopped at my left nipple and he pinched it through my dress. He went to the other nipple, mirrored the pinch, and added a little twist. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy throbbing increase with each action.

He pulled away from my lips and stood straight up. It had only been a few seconds and I already wanted his lips on mine again. I could kiss him for hours and be content. I smiled at him as a ‘thank you’ for the unexpected affection. As we stared at each other briefly, that sly grin crossed his face once again.

“Don’t mind me.”

I wasn’t sure how long I was entranced with Devon or how long Tamara was watching us. I turned my head toward her and saw her eyebrows raised and eyes widened. She wasn’t looking at me though. I followed her gaze back to Devon and saw him on his knees in front of me. Even during my brief moment looking away, I was sure that his eyes never left my body.

At a towering 6’4″, we were still nearly eye to eye with him on his knees. He uncrossed my legs and ran his hands from my knee up my thigh. I immediately got nervous because Tamara was still sitting next to me. I looked over half expecting to see her packing up her stuff. She was hyper focused on Devon, but in an entranced way, not a horrified one. Did she have a slight grin? I sat there trying to figure out what Tamara was thinking until I felt Devon’s hot breath between my legs. I looked back toward him as my heart beat harder and faster.

He slowly and delicately moved my panties to the side in a way that reminded me of someone who was trying to save the wrapping paper on a gift. My pussy was exposed and dripping wet. I had a fleeting thought about leaving a mess on the couch, but Devon had my mind fully occupied. The anticipation leading up to this point was almost so overwhelming that I was tempted to grab his head and pull his face to my pussy without asking. He placed a few delicate kisses on my thighs before moving to my pubic area and finally my clit. As soon as his lips made contact with my clit, a shiver ran through my whole body.

He kissed my clit a few more times as he geared up for more. He lifted my left leg onto his shoulder to give himself more access to my glistening pussy. One of his hands briefly grabbed a handful of my ass while his other reached up to tease my nipples one last time. At this point, there was no turning back for me and I was fully engrossed in this experience. His mouth opened and his tongue made contact. He circled around sloppily, his spit and my juices mixing together. My head tilted back and I gasped a few times before I resumed watching him work.

His tongue fully extended and penetrated me. My eyes were locked on to Devon’s and he moved in and out of my pussy at a moderate pace. Every few strokes, he would pull his tongue out and slide it all the way to my clit before moving back to my hole. Devon and I were connected in a way that I never experienced before. He could read my body in ways I didn’t know were possible. And as if a spotlight flashed a light in the sky, he seemed to read my mind once again. His mouth moved up to my clit and two fingers replaced his tongue. He stroked my pussy in and out, in and out while his tongue circled my clit.

“May I have another one please?”

Devon liked it when I asked permission. It was a normal action for me at this point. He pulled out the two wet fingers and shoved them, along with a third, in my mouth. My tongue cleaned all of my juices from them as they prepared to enter me again. He slowly penetrated me once more, but with 3 fingers this time. His hand movements were slow and controlled and he finger fucked me. His lips closed around my clit as he alternated sucking and flicking with his tongue. I began to breathe faster as I neared orgasm, letting out an occasional moan.

Just as I was at my peak, Tamara grabbed my hand. I looked at our clasped hands and then to her face. She was biting her lip and alternating her gaze between me and Devon. He was not deterred by any of her actions and continued to pleasure me. As I came, I let out a loud, long moan. After several seconds, my clit became too sensitive and I had to push Devon’s eager mouth away. He removed his fingers from my satisfied pussy and rubbed them all over my face. I was still out of breath as he let my leg down from his shoulder. As my breathing slowed and my body relaxed, Tamara’s hand finally released it’s grasp.

Devon finally broke his gaze with me and looked directly at Tamara. “Anyone else?”

Disappointed

Eddie and I matched on Bumble and hit it off within the first few messages. We quickly exchanged numbers and that’s when it slowed. He rarely responded to texts and when he did, his answers were short and delayed. I know some people are better in person, so I decided to not hold it against him. We decided to meet up on a Saturday night and I let him make the plan. Hooters was definitely an odd choice for a first date, but the drinks are cheap and it’s a laid back atmosphere.

We drove separately and I arrived shortly before him. I waited at the door and we walked in together. Me standing at a mere 5’2″ and him towering at 6’5″ was an amusing combo, I guess, because most people stared at us as we walked through to the bar. There weren’t any seats at the bar, so I went back to the front to wait as he continued to circle like a vulture. While I was waiting, I ran into a coworker. He was a recent hire, so I wouldn’t have recognized him except for the fact that he was just in my office the day before. I don’t like mixing my personal and work life except for a couple of people, so this was awkward for me. After exchanging pleasantries, Eddie returned to me and said he found two open seats. I said goodbye to my work associate and followed Eddie to the bar.

Of course, my coworker already had a seat at the bar with a drink and food right next to the seats Eddie snagged. Great.

There were some awkward exchanges and he continued to interact with me despite me telling him I was on a date. Eventually he got the hint, boxed his food, finished his drink, and left. Before his departure, he exchanged a bro handshake with Eddie and told him to “take care of her, man.” Weird.

Dinner was slow going. He didn’t ask me any questions about myself, he kept his answers to my questions short, and he seemed to watch the TVs more than he even looked at me. Because of this, I was surprised that he asked me back to his place. I didn’t have any other plans, so I thought I’d take a chance.

I shouldn’t have.

Eddie had no bells or whistles. Being a good kisser was the peak of his abilities. No foreplay from him, no sounds, no kissing or touching, just stroking until he finished. His bed was really comfortable so I took him up on his offer to stay the night. I woke up in the morning to Eddie wanting another round, which turned out to be just as disappointing as the first.

Demise

Despite Taylor being adamant about us not dating, we did still go out together. Dinner, breakfast, walks in the park, drinks on rooftop bars (pineapple juice for him and vodka for me). So after several months of us seeing each other a few times a month, I didn’t think it was wild for me to suggest that we could do something for his birthday. We obviously had to wait for the weekend, but I didn’t mind taking him to dinner. He talked about having a steak at Ruth’s Chris and I was agreeable. However, as the date neared, he began to pull back.

He was out of town during the week and celebrated with his family, but when I asked what day he would be returning, he lashed out. He acted as if I was forcing him to do something that he didn’t want to do, which was confusing because we discussed it and he seemed onboard. I just wanted to do something nice for him, but obviously I wasn’t going to force it. Birthdays are supposed to be celebrations, not unhappy situations.

I didn’t want to rock the boat any further, so I dropped it. I sent him a few salacious, no-face photos with a “Happy birthday!” message attached. He thanked me for them, but it didn’t seem as appreciative as I would have hoped. I hinted at us getting together over the weekend without mentioning any sort of celebration. He very quickly told me he wasn’t getting into town until “sometime Saturday” and would have to see what his schedule was like.

The downside to being in this type of relationship with someone is that they don’t open up to you. They don’t share anything personal or allow themselves to become vulnerable. On the surface, this is totally fine. Unfortunately, this becomes a problem when these situations arise and you aren’t sure how to respond. Are they quick to anger? Should I pull back? Should I address the original issue? Do they want me to push them out of their comfort zone? I am already terrible at reading people and without any knowledge about his feelings or how he deals with them, I didn’t know which path to take.

I kept up my friendly texts and asked if he wanted to FaceTime, but our communication seemed to slow. His birthday weekend passed and it would be another 2 weeks before I’d be kid free and able to see him again. As it turns out, I wouldn’t see him after those 2 weeks. I was ghosted.